ZGram - 11/28/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 41
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Zgram - Where Truth is Destiny
November 28, 2003
Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
When I changed the format of my Zgrams, I explained that I wanted to
show the world the many facets of Ernst Zündel - how he thinks, what
interests him, why he feels the way he does, how he acts so
energetically when needed and leans back a moment later to savour the
beauty of life. I have now known him for close to ten years, and his
versatility still surprises me no end.
So here he is, sitting on his stack of transcripts in his cell - no
chair yet; too much of a demand for Canada! - and what does he do?
He corresponds with a 92-year-old lady in England - and the two of
them have an extended dialogue about the essence and meaning of
words! He has sent me some of her letters, and they reveal a mind as
razor-sharp as few exist in our mushy world.
She writes:
"Just consider. Not only is a word nothing, but the idea behind it
is equally nothing. If someone had a great, workable idea that could
change the world for the better and make life worth living, and he
died suddenly before as much as expressing it, the most famous
surgeon could not discover it in a post mortem. If I have an idea,
it is wholly mine, but if I express it to 400 people, it has become
enlarged according to how many members of the audience can hear and
understand"
And then she shows him what she means:
What is a word - that non-enduring entity
That has no form, no being of its own,
That occupies no space and cannot be
Captured in flight from lips to mind by methods known,
Pinned down and held in thrall for us, that we
May contemplate this strange anomaly
Which, given life, yet has none of its own
But may live on in minds - and in such minds alone?
What is a word with neither length nor breath
Nor height, nor weight, nor color, form or substance,
That, coming to life upon a single breath
Dies almost at the moment of existence?
Ten million-million words are born each day -
Falling like autumn leaves, they die away.
The printed characters upon this page
Do but present a word - as pictures may
(painted in this or in some bygone age)
Convey a scene of mountains, trees or streams
To some receptive mind which knows that they
But bring to him the image of a scene
And not the scene itself; just so a word
Cannot be seen or touched, but only heard.
A word with power we can't gauge may mean
A generation's youth is pledged to war
Where lives not lost in some fierce battle scene
Are scarred in heart and mind for evermore;
While some more reasoned word may offer peace
In ways in which all enmity shall cease.
And words there are that, cheating death,
Do live a life immortal in the minds of men
Outlasting those great works of ours that give
Such glory to their architects and then
Some few millennia having passed away,
These marvels also crumble and decay.
We know not where to seek for Caesar's grave
The ruins of the forum merely stand
Marking the spot where those foul traitors gave
Support for murder by a Judas hand.
Thousands of years have gone, but still, today,
Caesar's last words live on: "Et tu, Brute?"
Ernst tells me:
"We are looking at some beautifully thought-out, stripped
to-the-bare-bones idea this old lady has come up with and shared with
us in the very late evening of her life. I look upon it almost like
an abstract painting, stripped of all surrounding clutter"
And, then, abruptly:
"I am preparing for court tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. One
more disgusting, torturous tour of duty. I was a little alarmed by
your pinning so much hope on these court dates. Please, my lady -
think of the evil, hateful, corrupt forces arrayed against me/us.
They have almost achieved what they had desired for 35 years and
loudly shouted from the rooftops. They are not going to uncage the
eagle without a fight, so you must be prepared at all times for a
disappointment - but be comforted by the knowledge that just about
all is done in our power, with the means open to us and affordable by
us, to bring about a change.
If ever there needed to be proof cited that these people are evil and
work to the detriment of the countries in which they live and work,
and how they corrupt everything they touch - my case is it! Their
vindictive streak is evident in every aspect of my case - from the
initial kidnapping to the treatment you and I received at Blount
County Jail, by the shenanigans behind the scenes in the Knoxville
and Cincinnati courts. Hitler called them "the bacillus of
decomposition" and "a race of the mind." Those two concepts alone
make him an extraordinary thinker!
This period in our lives will pass - when, is at present obscured
from us. Carry on with the things we set out to achieve. I will do
my share to make us succeed. That's my promise to you, on this day
before court.
[END]
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